All you've got is now.
This poem. My voice
and you. That is all.
No yesterday, tomorrow.
All you've got is right now.
Get up. Go.
A New Bathroom Moves In
But the old one is left on the grass,
rejected, empty, alone.
It looks like an abstract painting
by a surrealist; Dali or Magritte.
The sink is on its back- little birds
drink from the water that remains.
It's the inside looking out,
and the outside looking in.
The avocado-green bath blends in
with spring grass and closed buds.
Mud starts to settle in the hole
where bodies liked to slow down.
A poppy has sprouted
through the toilet;
and, somehow, nature makes
our waste beautiful.